The Doctor Who Christmas Special 2008 Chapter 5, a doctor who fanfic

Chapter Five

After freeing all the captives, the Doctor and Rose reversed the tractor beam and sent the humans down into London. The remaining aliens stood before the two of them.

"How can we ever thank you, Doctor?" a green skinned alien said. "You've saved us all."

"Aw, it was nothing. All I ask in return is you take the Collector somewhere where he can spend the rest of his life away from others."

"Gladly," the alien said. "We will take him to the nearest prison planet immediately."

The Doctor smiled and nodded.

"And now if you don't mind, Rose and I need a ride down into London. If you could just turn on the tractor beam there…"

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"Ah! At last we can relax and enjoy the holiday." Rose said as the two of them sat in a chip shop.

She picked up a chip and stopped when she noticed the Doctor giving her a pointed look.

"What?" she said.

"I believe an apology is in order." He said.

"For what?"

"For not believing me when I said there were gold Christmas bots on the loose. See, I was right!"

Rose sighed.

"Alright, Doctor, I'm sorry I doubted you."

"Thank you, and now that the latest batch of gold bots is dispatched with, we will be spending next Christmas on the TARDIS where I know we'll be safe from bots and maniacal silver-spraying gits."

Rose nodded and finished eating the chip in her hand. As she munched, she heard a song coming from a boom box in the corner. She glanced at the Doctor and paused when she saw the smile on his face."

"What?" she said.

"Dance with me, Rose." He said holding his hand out to her.

Rose looked around them.

"Doctor, we're in a chip shop."

"So? I feel like dancing. Let everyone stare. I don't care as long as I'm with you."

Rose smiled and took his hand. He led her to a wide area between the booths and they both began to dance slowly as the other patrons looked on.

"Oh my angel, there's no greater Christmas present for me than to have you here at my side." He whispered.

Rose looked into his eyes.

"Same here." She said.

They kissed and Rose leaned her head against his shoulder as they slow danced to the music. The Doctor glanced around and noticed the others were watching and even the people behind the counter had paused to stare at them. He smiled and turned his attention back to Rose.

"Merry Christmas, my Rose." He murmured in her ear.

"Merry Christmas, my Doctor." She whispered back.

The song ended and a faster one started.

"Drat, guess we'll have to pick up the pace now." The Doctor muttered.

They sped up in time to the music. The Doctor sighed contentedly as he listened to the lyrics.

It's Christmastime
What a holiday!
Everybody is happy and gay!
But I'm the happiest one by far,
Because I'm dancing with my shining star.

The Doctor smiled at that and nodded.

I'm dancing with my girl on Christmas day,
And soon it'll be time for us to play
Cause my gal is a fantastic lay
So, I'll be shagging her brains out till Boxing Day.
La la la lala la, la lala lala lala.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at that.

It seemed like yesterday she was taken from me
And I lost all my joy and glee.
But now we're back together and I have to brag
I'm gonna throw down this hottie and shag, shag, shag!

"What?" the Doctor said.

"Um, Rose, this song…are you thinking it's a little inappropriate for Christmas?" he said.

I've lost so much in 904 years, goodness knows.
But luckily, I got back my precious Rose.
She's a goddess from her head to the tip of her toes
So I'm gonna get down on my knee and finally propose!

The Doctor and Rose both stopped and stared at the boom box.

"Um, Rose, you know something? The last few Christmases I've been hearing these songs that seem to fit what's going on in my life and last year when I was on the Titanic, I heard this song about a stowaway who would find his love by next Christmas day and it came true, so what if this song…"

Then when I marry her and make her my wife,
We'll abandon the TARDIS and start a new life.
There will be no more trouble and no more strife
Cause Domesticity is the perfect life.

The Doctor stared at Rose with terror filled eyes.

"Um, Rose, maybe we should leave now." He said.

Then it'll be the best life I've ever had
Cause I'm gonna shag my little wife like mad.
We'll finally get a mortgage and I won't be sad,
Cause forty-two kids will make me mighty glad!

"RIGHT, WE'RE LEAVING!" the Doctor screamed seizing Rose's hand.

"Doctor, it's just a song!"

"No, Rose, it's an omen. A bad one! Now, let's go!"

Rose gasped when he pulled her out the door and slammed it behind him. They got halfway down the street before the Doctor finally stopped and put his hand over his hearts.

"Thank Rassilon; I dreaded hearing what came next after the forty-two kids." He said.

"What's wrong with having kids?" Rose said.

She gasped when the Doctor grabbed her arms and looked at her, terrified.

"What do you mean by that? You aren't pregnant, are you?" he yelled.

"No, Doctor, why would I be pregnant? We haven't had sex yet."

The Doctor let out a sigh of relief and slumped against a lamppost.

"Thank Rassilon." He murmured.

Rose gasped when he got a look in his eyes, lunged at her and seized her arms.

"You love traveling in the TARDIS? It's your home, right?" he said desperately.

"Yes!" Rose said.

"And you wouldn't give it up for anything? Not a house or car or kids?"

"No."

The Doctor breathed another sigh of relief.

"Good, just checking." He muttered.

"Doctor, that was just a song, alright? It was just a bunch of words!"

"Ah, but words have power, ask the Carrionites."

"Who?"

"Never mind, "the Doctor said shaking his head. "What matters is you aren't thinking of chucking it all in for a normal family life."

"Doctor, if I wanted that, I would have gone back to the other universe. I love traveling in the TARDIS and I want to be with you."

"Even if we never marry and have forty-two kids?"

"Yes, Doctor, even if we never marry and have forty-two kids."

"Good."

"You sure are paranoid lately."

"No, I'm just being cautious." The Doctor said. "I haven't live this long without covering all my bases."

"Yes, but there's a difference between covering the bases and throwing them in a safe, locking it and swallowing the key." Rose said. "Will you relax for a change? We've defeated the Collector, he's on his way to a prison planet, just enjoy the holiday!"

The Doctor nodded. Rose chuckled and threaded her arm though his. She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"You know, sometimes, you drive me crazy but I still love ya." She said.

The Doctor glanced at her.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He smiled and gave her another kiss.

"So, now that things have calmed down, I think we should come up with a strategy." He said.

Rose frowned.

"For what?"

The Doctor looked at her with wide eyes.

"For the Christmas bots that will come next year. We gotta come up with a game plan so we'll be ready."

"Doctor…"

"I can see it now, hundreds of bots dressed up as snowmen throwing coal eye bombs and shooting flames from their carrot nose flamethrowers and you and me are the only thing that stands between them and the total destruction of London."

"Doctor…"

"Or maybe they'll be dressed like candy canes, then they could lean backwards and shoot bombs out of the end of the candy cane."

"Doctor!"

"Or poinsettias? With razor tipped leaves?"

"Doctor!"

The Doctor looked at her.

"What?"

"Give it a rest or I'll find another orb and stuff you in it."

"Rose, I'm just planning ahead--"

"Doctor…I'm warning ya!"

The Doctor sighed.

"Fine, but when next year comes around and a bunch of elves ambush us, don't come crying to me!"

Rose shook her head and chuckled. She kissed him on the cheek. The Doctor grinned at her and held her close.

"Merry Christmas, Rose."

"Merry Christmas, Doctor."

They snuggled close to one another as they walked down the busy London pavement towards their home in the TARDIS.

THE END